Never Never Land

Sex screws everything up.
That was one good reason Jenni hung out with her gay buddies, Chris, Adam and Jake. They were gorgeous and totally unavailable. Friends were safe. At least, until they decided she needed a walk on the ...

That was one good reason Jenni hung out with her gay buddies, Chris, Adam and Jake. They were gorgeous and totally unavailable. Friends were safe. At least, until they decided she needed a walk on the wild side and decreed they'd find the perfect man for her. Then all the rules changed.

Jake found the perfect straight guy for Jenni -- except Jake was falling for him himself. Jenni was getting interesting e-mail from a mystery man. Chris was finally ready to take on commitment-shy Adam.

“I know. That’s why I said I’d take you to Jake’s house this week.” Chris kept his eyes on the road.

“Okay. So, we’ll stop.”

“It’s that easy?”

“Sure. Why not?” Adam shrugged and stared out at the road as well. “It’s easier than Jenni’s talks.”

“Great.”

“Chris --” Adam’s throat tightened up. Why? But for once he couldn’t talk. Not about this.

“All right. I’ll say it and get it over with. I was an asshole. I don’t drink because when I do, I’m always an asshole. An abusive, asshole jerk. I’m sorry about saying the things I did that night. Really. I apologize.”

Adam saw his hair in the car mirror. It was standing up in spikes, a clear sign he had been raking his fingers through his thick curls. He folded his hands in his lap, willing himself not to give his emotions away. Just this once, no heart on sleeve, please.

“What you said hurt because you used what you knew about me, about us being lovers, to score points.” Adam was faintly proud of how even his voice was. No anger this time. No hurt.

“I appreciate that you were willing to stay friends with me afterward. Adam, that meant a lot.”

Such careful words in return for his. Chris didn’t have to fight to make them sound dispassionate. Chris wasn’t the volatile one. Except, perhaps, when he drank. Or had he gotten drunk to excuse what he had said that night?

“Yeah. It took awhile to get back to that, but we were friends first, before…before anything else. I’d hate to give that up, make Jenni and Jake and everyone else take sides.” Adam took a deep breath, then let it out through his nose.

Chris would cut him out of his life if need be. Chris could do that. Not ever seeing Chris again would kill him. He’d faced that during those first awful days after the fight. But, strangely enough, Adam knew that it would hurt Chris a lot more.

And he didn’t want to hurt Chris. He just wanted to know why. Why would Chris tear up the best thing they’d ever had? At least Adam knew it was the best thing he’d ever had. And it wasn’t like Chris had found anyone since. Not for long. Maybe not at all, as far as Adam could tell.

“Yeah. Well, there’s Jake’s. Do you think Jenni took our advice?” Adam had his hand on the car handle. “Got the new hair color? Let her hair out of that damned knot?”

He knew Chris had decided the apology was enough. I’ll say it and get it over with. That was so like him.

Adam couldn’t ever ask why.

Oh, fuck asking. Adam turned, catching Chris as he was pushing the latch on his seat belt. Adam pressed in, getting a glimpse of Chris’s surprised face before he pressed closer yet and kissed him.

Hard. He forced his tongue between Chris’s slightly parted lips and stroked. Chris had always moaned when Adam did that.

He moaned again this time. Chris twisted, whether to get away or get closer, Adam didn’t know. He took advantage of Chris’s momentary inability to move as the seat belt tangled him up, and unsnapped the other man’s chinos so he could slide his hand against Chris’s cock. Chris wasn’t going to push him away. He wouldn’t be able to.

He was already getting hard. Adam knew this Chris just as well as he knew the aloof, quiet one. Not many people knew about Chris the moaner. Adam squeezed that thick cock just to hear another hoarse gasp let loose from Chris’s mouth. Then he moved his head enough to let his mouth skim the pulse at Chris’s throat. The beat of Chris’s blood hammered against Adam’s lips. He could taste Chris’s skin.

No one else tasted just like Chris.

Lost in sudden, swamping sensation, he felt Chris’s cock harden even more as Adam straddled his lap. Yes. Chris was as overwhelmed as he was. Chris bucked underneath him. Yes. Oh yes. Chris was just as needy.

So long. It had been so long.

One month, two weeks and -- too long. They rocked together, cock against cock. Adam’s erection strained against his jeans. He should have unzipped them when he was taking care of Chris. He fumbled for his fly with one hand, and his elbow hit the car horn as he jerked on Chris’s cock with the other hand.

The horn’s blast made them both jump. Chris opened his eyes, got one arm free, and shoved. Adam didn’t move. Just then, he couldn’t.

“Damn it!” Chris panted in his ear. “Get off me. What the hell are you doing?”

Damn it.

“Trying to answer a question.”

Chris wasn’t turned off by him in bed. It wasn’t anything he’d done there. Back in the passenger’s seat, Adam wiped his face and tried to steady his breathing. They were still just as hot together as before.

Why then? Damn it, why?

“Answer it by yourself then.” Chris had already tucked his shirt back into his pants. “I’m going in to dinner. Idiot.”

Adam watched Chris leave the car and head to Jake’s. Tight buns, but Chris walked like a poker was up his butt. It didn’t matter. On Chris it looked good. Fucking sexy.

Chris shut the apartment door firmly behind him, leaving Adam alone. Only then did Adam turn and slam his fist into the dashboard of the car.